[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy on the beat.
Yasss, bish, yasss!! [x12]
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Me, I'm just me, me, I'm just real,
Me, I'm that bitch that be footin' the bill,
Only a real nigga could cop a feel,
Credit card blacker than that nigga Seal.
Twenty-five million to broker the deal,
Jewish my lawyer, he Kosher, the deal.
And I am still poppin' them pills,
I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel.
Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel?
I am still livin' in Beverly Hills,
Tell ‘em to chill, tell ‘em to chill,
Tell all them people, my wrist is on chill.
Bitches can't beat me, they ain't got the skill,
Eye of the tiger, they ain't got the kill.
Look up to Jada, I love her and Will,
Bitches my sons but they not in my will.
The fuck be wrong with these bitches?
The fuck be wrong with these niggas?
[Hook]
[Soulja Boy:]
Yasss, Bish,Yasss [x12]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Tell ‘em give a bad bitch her proper due,
What they say ain't never what they gon' do.
It say 250, on that fuckin' sticker,
“Pink Print” hot, it should be in some slippers.
Niggas know me, yeah!
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I don't fuck with you niggas, I own the Clippers,
I own some homes, I own my own liquor,
Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger,
You bitches my sons, I need a babysitter.
I am the dream, on the dream team,
I am Olajuwon I am Hakeem,
Dul Jabbar, I am Kareem,
I am the Queen because I'm a machine.
You not ready, you not seasoned,
Go against me I say, “Fix it Jesus.”
Thinkin' they hot, talk shit a lot,
But when they shit drop I say, “Fix it Jesus.”
Oh, your shit, ain't cold,
Word to my bank roll.
Real niggas ain't sold.
Droppin' my single in two weeks,
“The Pink Print” album a movie,
Bitches be thinkin' they hot,
But these bitches be usin' that term so loosely.
[Hook]